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               It's true, he'll make you blue.

               He'll make you cry.  

               You'll wonder you're with him, why.

               A guy whom is no fun.

               You, with him, will not want to play.

               You, with him, will not want to stay.

               You, from him, will want to run.

               You, with him, will want to be done.

               A guy who will make you cry.

               If you stay, you'll go right to your doom.

              

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